Mary Moore
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"Why did you stop, silly? I'm looking forward to it." This time, I completely froze. Like a statue who couldn't move a muscle. He's awake? "Even though I adjusted to sleeping at night, I'm a light sleeper. You don't know how many nights I spent just staring at you." Sam explained. His breath caressing my upper lip. With such close distance, I should draw away, right? However, I couldn't. It was as if he caught me red-handed. A criminal caught in the act. My heart raced violently, as if it…
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I acted as if I was fine when I left Sam. However, now that I'm washing all this blood off of these cloths, I'm not. It's been a while since I used these hands doing chore. Not that I mind, really. However, knowing that these blood that diluting in the waters were Sam's. It hurts. "How can he be so careless?" I murmured, clenching my teeth tightly. As I washed each cloth, my hands felt a burning sensation. But that didn't even hurt. This couldn't even compare to the stabbing pain in my…
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"Haha!" Sam chuckled, tapping the surface of the table lightly. "Well, will you drink mine then?" He then leaned forward, propping his jaw on his palm, flashing me a mischievous smirk. "Ah?" "*sigh* The only person I want to drink my blood never even consider having a sip." Sam smiled brightly. "It never even crosses you, did it?" I pursed my lips into a thin line. Well, why would I drink a vampire's blood? I'm a mortal. "Do I have to drink your blood? But isn't that dangerous?" I asked, out…
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After that, Sam and I headed back to our bedchambers. I readied all first aid kits and water to clean his mangled arms. Since I'd often get a slight scratch from my training, I didn't need anyone's help to find what I needed. Also, no one was available. Everyone seemed to desert the entire castle. "Are you still angry?" Sam inquired as soon as I plopped down on the wooden chair across from him. "Give me your arm. I'll clean it." Without answering his question, I gave him a sharp look. Sam…
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As I went closer to the east wing, the halls had become bleak. The further I went, the lesser the sconce that usually gave the hallway's light. Hence, the pathways grew darker as I moved forward. But that didn't stop me from running. Even when my hurried footsteps echoed in my ear, I didn't stop. The image of Rufus as he hurriedly walked away told me something was very wrong. What could have happened to Sam? Did he have a confrontation with the fifth prince? Cold sweats broke out from my back as…
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When the sun went down, Rufus and I headed back to the castle. Strange it was, indeed. Normally, Sam and Fabian — sometimes Cameron — would go to the training grounds to walk me back. Not that I needed them to. I could walk back by myself. However, after three months of having that routine, I wondered what happened. The fifth prince was present, after all. I wondered if something bad happened. I glanced back at Rufus, who was walking behind me. "If something happened, you would know,…
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I trained almost the whole day. I didn't see Sam after what happened in the morning. But I didn't dwell on it too much since I sparred with Rufus. The results? I never stood a chance. I plopped down on the nearby tree as I watched Rufus placed the wooden swords back. He's too strong. A sigh escaped my mouth. Shaking my head in disappointment. If the fifth prince came here to escort us, that only meant we'd really have to set off. He had planned to delay our wedding for a year. Fortunately,…
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After that, Sam dragged his brother along with Cameron. They headed back to the manor while Rufus and I remained in the training grounds. "Did I see it correctly?" I muttered, staring mindlessly at where the three left off. "You didn't, my lady." Rufus answered as he picked up a wooden sword from the ground. "The Duke might have held back since he knew his head butler, Fabian, is here." I faced Rufus' direction. My brows almost reaching each other. I'm confused. "What do you mean by that,…
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"Klaus." I gazed up at Sam. Huh? Blinking my eyes to see if I saw it correctly. I did. The side of Sam's lips curled into a smile — a twisted smile. Suddenly, I jolted back as a figure appeared before us. But before I could step back further, a hand grabbed my hand. His grip was not too tight, but enough to keep me still. Slowly, I gazed down. A man was kneeling before me, holding my hand. A pair of bright crimson eyes met mine without shying away. His features were all in contrast. He…
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Wielding lakresha... It not only heightened my dominant negative emotions. Wielding it made me realize it aimed to kill evilness. Sam reeked of blood and death. Lakresha told me Sam shouldn't have existed. That it was only right to kill him now, before it was too late. That it had justified the hostility from his brothers a long time ago? But how could I do that? How could I let this damn lakresha tell which was right, and what's wrong? How dare this weapon order me around? I hated it.…
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